Monday, September 14, 2015

BLITZ Stolen Fractured by: Cee Smith

We all have secrets.

Dominic promised me a life in the light when he said “I do.” After spending months as his prisoner, chained to his bed, and beholden to his every desire, he promised me a lifetime spent making it up to me, proving how sorry he was.

Secrets have the power to tear us apart.

As things from our past continued to be revealed, Dominic was harboring secrets of his own—descending further into the darkness. Except, this time I wasn’t welcomed into the shadows with him.

The man who slept in my bed and looked like my husband had become nothing more than an apparition of the man I fell for, and I feared the day I would wake to find even the ghost of him missing. Dominic had already captured me, body and heart. Could I afford to lose my soul, too? I had a choice to make—I could stay and risk losing myself in him completely, or go and save myself the heartache of his inevitable fall. What choice would you make?

I placed the bag down and when I turned to stand back up, there she was. Waiting for me at the end of the hall, like the sweetest of dreams. Her skin glowed like candlelight. A tumble of blonde hair cascaded haphazardly across her shoulders and down her breasts, highlighting the swollen breasts that made my mouth water. She wasn’t naked but wore a thin, white negligee that hit her mid-thigh. Hailey was like a mirage, luring me closer, taunting me with what I’d missed. True, I had only been gone a few days, but every day that I went without being inside Hailey was like torture. I felt like my body had all of this contained pressure with no way to release it without her.

When I messaged her earlier, I didn’t tell her what time I would be in, so to see her up and waiting for me did something to me. I knew Hailey missed me when I wasn’t around. I had no doubt of that, but to know that she couldn’t wait the few minutes until I’d made it to the bedroom to see her, brought me the biggest sense of pride that I wasn’t a complete fuck-up when it came to her.

“You’re home. I mean…” her head dipped down shyly, “you’re here.”

“You’re up.”

“What did you expect? You had to know I’d wait for you.”

“How did you even know what time I’d be in?”

“I did the math.”

We both walked slowly down the hall toward each other. Her breath sounded labored—a soft pant of anxiousness—as she prowled closer.

“Stop.”

Seeing the look of hunger in her eyes made me want to see her in her most basic, animalistic nature; I wanted my panther on all fours. She halted abruptly, a mask of confusion marring her face. She was reading to see if I was angry or if she’d offended me somehow. I didn’t say anything for several moments as I allowed the moment to sink in—just enough time for my mind to capture a picture I could keep returning to.

“Crawl to me, baby. Let me see that pretty ass in the air.”

Hailey hesitated. She looked to the ground, resolving to the pain that would come from crawling on her hands and knees across hardwood floors. Those large doe eyes bore into mine as she lowered herself to the floor on shaky legs. Once on all fours she looked up as if to see if that was in fact what I wanted, but when I didn’t say anything else—just continued to stare—she began a slow crawl to close the remaining ten feet or so between us.

Her head dropped down and she watched the floor move beneath her with an absent look in her eyes.

“Eyes on me,” my words snapped out, efficient as a whip beneath her chin to thrust her face up until our eyes met. With her eyes solidly focused on mine, I watched her pupils swallow the irises until only pitch black remained. Her shoulders were pulled back, presenting a perfect view of her tits that swayed in unison with her firm hips. The sight of her on her hands and knees, for me, caused the swelling between my legs to thicken and harden to an almost unbearable level. I didn’t think I’d ever been as hungry to fuck her as I’d been at that very moment.

My seductress.

A lesser man would feel threatened by the hungry glow in her eyes or the way she licked her lips as if I were a mere snack to hold her over between meals. That image, those eyes, that hungry tongue only turned me on more because I was the source of that power she exuded. It was what made our connection so explosive. She syphoned control and power like a black hole swallowing a passing galaxy. Lucky me.

“Tell me something I want to hear, matakia mou.”

“I missed you,” she breathed.

“What did you miss?”

“I missed your citrus scent, the feel of stubble between my legs, the vibration of my skin as you tease me with your fingers, the taste of your tongue in my mouth. I missed watching you lose yourself with your cock sliding between my lips.” She remained on all fours as she stopped at my feet, looking up with pink-tinged cheeks and long eyelashes that drew me in like a fly caught in a web.

I motioned with my hands for her to rise to her knees. Her body rocked from side to side as she moved into a comfortable position on her shins. Once settled, her hands dropped to the outside of her thighs.

It wasn’t hard to assume what she expected to happen next. She was primed and in the perfect position to suck my cock. Hell, when I looked down at those cherry lips, that was the first thought to cross my mind, especially with the hungry groan that escaped her as she talked about sucking my dick. I watched her tongue sneak between her lips, flashing a peek of pink that snaked a path across her lips, leaving behind a glistening path of moisture primed for the erection that threatened to break free of my pants.

“Grab your ankles.” Her hands immediately locked around her ankles and her breasts jutted out proudly with the arch of her back. I ran a hand across the top of her head, following a path of hair that fell past the side of her face hiding an erect nipple from my view. Hailey closed her eyes and leaned her head into my soothing palm like a cat gleaning a rub from its master’s hand. Her silken hair parted around my fingers before I flipped the mass of hair behind her shoulder, presenting her fully to my view.

“Are you ready for me?” She opened her eyes at the sound of my voice.

“Yes, Dominic. Please.”

“Don’t encourage me. I’ve been on a plane for hours with nothing to think about besides all the many ways I want to devour your pussy.”

Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a chance at publishing.

A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching tv.

She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond.

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